10 Wrestlers Who Benefited From Looking Incredibly Stupid
8. Goldust's Entire Career
The progenitor of looking stupid, Dustin "Goldust" Runnels has forged an entire career from the playdough of dumb. He burst onto the scene confounding and infuriating straight wrestlers and fans alike with his unsettling sexually-aggressive behaviour, feminine wig, gold face paint and skin-tight latex jumpsuit. He might has well have been Gay Panic personified, and though The Bizarre One eventually morphed into a creature that was odd in a general, cosmic sort of sense, by initially embracing what would have been most men's worst humiliation, he became a perverse fascination with the fans. You couldn't look away from him, something that Runnels leapt upon as he began to re-invent himself with increasingly debase and unbelievable results. He would don grey jumpsuits with black negligee painted on them (with his face painted red - the CLASHING). His hair would go from acid green to blood red to royal blue from week to week. He wore pink fluffy singlets and masquerade masks and was occasionally led down to the ring on a leash. At one point he was The Artist Formerly Known as Goldust and wore this monstrosity: He's dressed as a baby in the ring, complete with diaper and bonnet. He was so committed to debasing himself utterly, and so relentlessly creative in the ways that he did it, the WWE fans had to reluctantly respect him, in much the same way that you reluctantly respect a really-well choreographed flash mob. Sure it's cloying and obnoxious and I'm just trying to get on with my day, but I can see the demented amount of man-hours that's gone into the whole production, so fine, I'll watch. Decades later, he's still painted and performing.
He's dressed as a baby in the ring, complete with diaper and bonnet. He was so committed to debasing himself utterly, and so relentlessly creative in the ways that he did it, the WWE fans had to reluctantly respect him, in much the same way that you reluctantly respect a really-well choreographed flash mob. Sure it's cloying and obnoxious and I'm just trying to get on with my day, but I can see the demented amount of man-hours that's gone into the whole production, so fine, I'll watch. Decades later, he's still painted and performing.